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  Sep 2014 Zoe Sue
Danielle Doucette
I can see myself now,
Shouting "farewell" to this place
And the lonely souls who occupy it;
Floating around in oblivious, liquid states.
I've felt the tug of roots from the trees,
Grasping my ankles, begging me to join them,
But the promise of concrete skies and neon greetings have gnawed their way
Through my skull.
I won't apologize for giving in to my desires,
For broadening my knowledge
And making use of my short existence.
I am not limited
To this simplistic, little rock.
Zoe Sue Sep 2014
I want someone to notice how far ive drifted how lost i am how tired how dead. I want someone to tell me how the song in my voice once sounded so joyful; feel the drag in my feet, the shake in my hands. No, i dont  want this cluttered mind and I dont want this used body and I shouldnt want to drown in this silence but I dont want to disrupt the hapiness of those around me with a sadness I dont feel entitled to. Pretty white girl and she dont wanna live? More like crazy attention seeking *****. Dont wonder why I isolate. Reason behind sadness is akin to reason behind actions and when all we can do is wrong dont underestimate a cry.
Zoe Sue Sep 2014
I waited
Loyal, by the window for my prince to return from battle
Or for you to come home from work
But it seemed to feel the same
(As) I waited
To find solace in smiling eyes
That never failed to flip the switch
So I could see the light in me

I mimicked
Poker faces and faraway places
In accents we wished could be ours
You taught me to want more than now can offer
And I’m anxious to see where later will lead

I idolized
This deity more worthy than any I’ve found
And when they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up
I said,
“A technical writer, just like my dad”
And it didn’t matter what ever the **** that was
Or its salary
Because, to me, being like you was the best thing I could do

I needed
Your bedtime songs to find sleep in the dark
With a voice that somehow sounded like pride
When you spoke of me
Warmth
When you spoke to me
Knowledge
And resilience
And a difference
All your own

I detached


Slowly


Without noticing


Gaps


Where there were once bridges


Realizing


Too late


I was too old


To hide under your covers


When the bad dreams came


Too old


To cuddle up on your lap


And squeeze you so tight you could never get away

But it was me
Getting away
Without knowing
Where to go

I felt
Time locking me out
Away from you
To find me
And I know
I’ve ****** up in the process
And I know
I’ll **** up in the process
But if the apple doesn't fall far from the tree
How great that means I may be
You are the reason I can be who I am and there is nothing I am more grateful for than that
  Aug 2014 Zoe Sue
Adele
Maybe if I step on
enough flowers
or break
enough  
hearts  
I just might forget
I'm made of broken parts
my fave piece </3
Zoe Sue Aug 2014
She empties bottles
Like she empties men
With a mouth that reeks of lipstick lacquered lies
She plays pretend on a siren song
Strumming his ribcage
For a tune that will stick in her head
Long enough
For blurry eyes to make a muse
Of amusement
Zoe Sue Jul 2014
What beauty the blank page holds
Like fresh fallen snow
Before the kids shake their slumber
Before the earth has begun to yawn
And I like to watch it wake

As fragments turn to sentences
Turn to fragments
Turn to villanelles
Turn to sonnets

As people turn to leashed desk job dogs
Or artists
Or lovers
Or dust

As I turn to what this page becomes
And ay there's the rub
As endless pages in days won't
Turn to endless days in pages

But the blank page remains
Timeless
Zoe Sue Jul 2014
I only wanted to feel the heat of the lighter against my lips before I blew it out
And all accidents seem to taste a little like you
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